A VICTIM OF WAR

Born in the summer of ’43.A victim of war.Sent away at three.Live a different life -Learn how to let it be.

Sheltered by love around the fireLike an Indian child Returned at sixNot a life as he remembered itBeing raised in the sticks

Far away from the guns that roarAn innocent childA victim of war

Not quite sure if he’s coming or goingGrew up not quite knowingThrown to and fro from a stable shore

Always remembered but not quite knownLove as he neededOf a settled home

Father a member of the forcesHe, a child of fiveLeft with relatives unknown

Felt abandoned by motherFather always goneRebelled in a world of being alone

Feelings of being a society misfitTaken by the music of a country not hisLost in the dark clouds of trying to escape

The painful hurt of abandonWith an unsettled homeHe came and went and came and wentBefore he learnt to hide behind another doorTo become a victim of a worse flaw

Self preservation is what he sawTo deal with a life of being a victim of war

Take on an aliasLearn to forgetThe feelings of hurt from being left so youngWith a life so distraught

Studied as hard and as long as he couldEconomic structuresBut it did no good He was lost in the woodsOf music known from a country of past

Followed the rhythm of his heartRebelled against the society he knewFor the hurt and pain it put him throughAnd many a waters travelled under the bridgeBefore we met

And love has a way of opening up old woundsWe were no exception in the ‘Paradise of Fools’For as they say ‘only fools fall in love’And we both ‘fell’… From our moralsOur virtues tooAnd that is what makes us fools

As we sat in the restaurant crowded with lifeMe by his side as the dutiful common-law wifeHis voice lifting high with crescendos of soundAs the tears slowly travelled down His mother’s faceFrom memories found Hurled at her anew

Full of the anguish of his pain of the past As a victim of war that’s what I sawA man longing for the love from the childhood he lostAnd the coming and going still goes on to this day

For no one can take painful childhood memories awayExcept one’s self….By learning the value of the wise words:Forgive and forget….